Letters

In your January 29­February 4 issue, you published in your [Theater] Picks of the Week column a review by Deborah Klugman of the Colony Studio Theater's production of Anthony Clarvoe's plague drama, The Living. The review was in your standard one-paragraph format for that column and was uniformly laudatory. I attended a performance of the play and am in complete agreement with Ms. Klugman's assessment.

But then, in your February 19­25 issue, there appeared a second review of the play, this one by Steven Mikulan, occupying a full page and under the headline "The Pest Years of Our Lives." (I often wonder which comes first, the review or the cutesy, aren't-we-clever title.) Mr. Mikulan's opinion was diametrically opposed to the earlier review. The main thrust of his complaint seemed to be that Mr. Clarvoe had written a Very Serious Play about a Very Serious Subject, when he should really have written a comedy or farce.

Leaving aside my specific disagreement with Mr. Mikulan's analysis of both play and production, this seems to raise wider questions for your readers regarding the review policies of the Weekly. Are you now going to double-review all plays? All plays that make Pick of the Week? Or all plays reviewed by Ms. Klugman? Does the Weekly have some sort of ranking system for its reviewers? ("Listen to A, B and C, but ignore D -- he's the publisher's nephew and we had to give him the job.") How can the reader be sure you've made up your minds about a production? How long should one wait for the other shoe to drop? Is the second review a disavowal of the first review, or simply an equally valid, competing opinion?

Mr. Mikulan is certainly entitled to his opinion, and Ms. Klugman hers. (And I mine.) But when your reviewers disagree, your readers really shouldn't have to make choices based solely on which issue of the paper they happened to pick up off the curb.

--O.M. Brymer

Los Angeles

TAPSCOTT

DEAR EDITOR:

Thank you for printing Greg Burk's down-to-earth testimony on Horace Tapscott, one of the major African griots in America, much deserving of Burk's praise ["Dirt and Sky," February 26­March 4]. The Artist of the Millennium Award (presented to Horace by Build Crenshaw Arts at the Vision Theater in Leimert Park on the occasion of Freddie Hubbard's 60th birthday) "for artistic excellence, for mentoring an entire army of community artists, and for his uncompromising commitment to bring the highest quality of cultural experiences and awareness to community people in underserved areas where public-art funds have been historically inequitable" is far more important to Horace than any Grammy award from Tinseltown.

--Dalili

Los Angeles

POT AND KETTLE

DEAR EDITOR:

I wish Sandra Tsing Loh would turn her considerable critical facility onto her own condition. In "Against Writing" [February 26­March 4], she correctly points out the foolish confessional motivations behind much contemporary fiction. People are easily lost looking for an authentic self in their own biography (or fiction based thereon). Yet Loh fails to notice that her oeuvre rests entirely on pointing out such bourgeois machinations, and then implicitly raising herself above the silly masses of the TV generation.

--Kevan Jenson

Marina del Rey

DEAR EDITOR:

Being a writer and novelist myself, I can certainly sympathize with Sandra Tsing Loh. However, much of the problem of too few fiction readers lies in the literature itself, which has become stale and useless. However, purchasing nihilistic, insipid little fiction mags won't solve this problem. What we are seeing is Darwinism at work, weeding out the garbage. "The people" aren't wrong. It's the fault of our so-called creative artists, who, in reality, are conformists more interested in toasting themselves and their ilk than in using their gifts to fathom, and dramatize, the tremendous changes taking place in the world today.

--Warren Harris

Los Angeles

CISCO

DEAR EDITOR:

With all due respect to Jonny Whiteside as regards his professional accomplishments as a music journalist and author, his recent slanderous characterization of L.A.-based country & western artist Cisco as a "ludicrous faux-country payaso" [Other Country and Folk, Calendar section, February 19­25] was inaccurate on every level. More, it was mean-spirited and insulting to the reader. To define the man who has penned such tunes as "San Joaquin," "Can't Take This Anymore" and "The Bum You Say I Am" as a simple clown of little significance is sheer ignorance and folly. Cisco's rise and evolution â as an artist of note make him an easy target, as does his unique individuality and bold onstage flair. He makes people uncomfortable because he is not afraid to look them in the eye and say what is on his mind. The music he creates is edgy, intimidating and not for the weak of heart.

--Jana Pendragon

Los Angeles

VAGINAL

DEAR EDITOR:

Big thumbs up on the Jon Ginoli/Pansy Division interview by Vaginal Davis ["Myth Master," February 12­18]. Actually it was thanks to P.D.'s link from their Web site that I found the L.A. Weekly online -- now I don't have to regret moving to San Diego! I'm not sure how often Mizz Davis writes for you, but let's hope it's a lot. I've been a big fan of Vag since she co-emceed the benefit concert for Craig Lee with Phranc some seven years ago, and I'm way pleased she's segued from her zines into higher-visibility journalism.

--Sha Harrison

Oceanside

GOOD LUCK, AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

DEAR EDITOR:

I am running for the West Hollywood City Council, and just read David Cogan's article on the upcoming election ["The Graying of West Hollywood," February 26­March 4]. Chris Patrouch is not the front-runner Cogan purports him to be. Out of the approximately 6,000 voters I have spoken to door-to-door or on the telephone, Patrouch's name was mentioned twice! West Hollywood Mayor Steve Martin told me the other day that numerous voters had told him that they are going to vote for me. I am the real grassroots candidate, but I don't spend all my free time trying to sell people on that alone as my issue. I have such a great platform that its merits stand on their own: I want to protect businesses from failure, and tenants from harassment, due to the Santa Monica Boulevard project. I want to create the West Hollywood Walk of Fame, honoring human rights and personal achievement, along with the National Museum of Gay and Lesbian History. I want to create an annual Russian Festival comparable to the Garlic Festival in Santa Monica. I want to synchronize traffic lights, add a full-time digital public-access TV station, add more safe-sex programs, more street lighting and Sheriff's deputies, have less aggressive parking enforcement, and build a new library.

Oh, and Patrouch is not as young as you say in the article. As far as I know, Chris is 38 years old, to be 39 in July. I am 36 and will be 37 on March 14.

--Jerome Cleary

West Hollywood City Council candidate

and future winner!

CORRECTIONS

The photo in the February 26­March 4 issue of musician Andy Prieboy, by Debra DiPaolo, was miscredited.

In last week's issue, on the Letters page, the news story "Blue Line Blues," by Marc B. Haefele, was incorrectly attributed to Howard Blume.

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